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“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. Matthew 11:28-29

My faith has found a resting place, not in device or creed. I trust the ever living One. His wounds for me shall plead. I need no other argument, I need no other plea. It is enough that Jesus died, and that he died for me.

Psalm 148

Praise the Lord from the heavens;praise him in the heights above.2 Praise him, all his angels;praise him, all his heavenly hosts.3 Praise him, sun and moon;praise him, all you shining stars.4 Praise him, you highest heavensand you waters above the skies.

5 Let them praise the name of the Lord,for at his command they were created,6 and he established them for ever and ever—he issued a decree that will never pass away.

7 Praise the Lord from the earth,you great sea creatures and all ocean depths,8 lightning and hail, snow and clouds,stormy winds that do his bidding,9 you mountains and all hills,fruit trees and all cedars,10 wild animals and all cattle,small creatures and flying birds,11 kings of the earth and all nations,you princes and all rulers on earth,12 young men and women,old men and children.

13 Let them praise the name of the Lord,for his name alone is exalted;his splendor is above the earth and the heavens.14 And he has raised up for his people a horn,[b]the praise of all his faithful servants,of Israel, the people close to his heart.

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Today’s song is a medley of four hymns. First, Praise to the Lord the Almighty starts of recognizing Jesus is King of Creation and our salvation. The invitation to “join me in glad adoration” flows into a specific reason for praise: Christ the Lord is Risen Today.

I spent a good part of today lost in a new book, a new story. One theme was the corruptible natural of man — even a good one — when lured by the possibility of absolute power.

Tonight, one of the things about God’s nature that I love is his incorruptibility — that he was tempted, yet was without sin. As tonight’s hymns reflect, we can rejoice that he alone is king, the matchless king throughout all eternity because his goodness can never be altered by absolute power.

I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”

Refrain:
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow. — Evelina M. Hall

Crown Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon His throne;
Hark! How the heav’nly anthem drowns
All music but its own!
Awake, my soul and sing
Of Him Who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.

Crown Him the Lord of love!
Behold His hands and side—
Rich wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends His wond’ring eye
At mysteries so bright.

Crown Him the Lord of life!
Who triumphed o’er the grave,
Who rose victorious in the strife
For those He came to save.
His glories now we sing,
Who died, and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring,
And lives that death may die.

Crown Him the Lord of heav’n!
One with the Father known,
One with the Spirit through Him giv’n
From yonder glorious throne,
To Thee be endless praise,
For Thou for us hast died;
Be Thou, O Lord, through endless days
Adored and magnified. — Matthew Bridges

Rejoice, the Lord is King!
Your Lord and King adore;
Rejoice, give thanks, and sing,
And triumph evermore;
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

Jesus, the Savior, reigns,
The God of truth and love;
When He had purged our stains
He took His seat above;
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

His kingdom cannot fail,
He rules o’er earth and Heav’n,
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus giv’n;
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

Rejoice in glorious hope!
Jesus the Judge shall come,
And take His servants up
To their eternal home;
We soon shall hear th’ archangel’s voice;
The trump of God shall sound, rejoice! — Charles Wesley

I love being amazed. Amazed at mountain grandeur, fiery sunsets, and breath-taking images from space. I revel in the majesty of creation and take joy from its beauty.

How much more will I be amazed at the grandeur, glory, and beautiful glory of the Creator when I stand in his presence? How much more can I now revel in the joy that His love for me never ends? The Creator of the mountains calls me friend. The Creator of the sunset calls me beloved child. The Creator of a supernova died for me and yet is with me always.

Mountains can be explained. So can sunsets and supernovas. Amazing grace. Amazing love. How can it be? Because He is.

And can it be that I should gainAn int’rest in the Savior’s blood?Died He for me, who caused His pain—For me, who Him to death pursued?Amazing love! How can it be,That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

Refrain:
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

No condemnation now I dread;Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;Alive in Him, my living Head,And clothed in righteousness divine,Bold I approach th’ eternal throne,And claim the crown, through Christ my own.